Yesterday I was whining to myself about not having anything special for my Christmas Eve blog. Nothing cool like this video from Quinhagak, Alaska. Nothing remotely interesting like this light show on the side of a building across from Rockefeller Center in New York City that entranced me on a Christmas Eve walk down Fifth Avenue.
I had nothing.
Until this morning, when the same friend (thank you, Jill) who turned me on to the Alaska performance sent me this:
Apparently, this was a little surprise concocted by a German grocery store involving 13 hidden cameras and some very well-trained cashiers.
It’s been downloaded 17 million times, so maybe you’ve seen it by now. But what I love about these events, whether created by a school teacher in a tiny town in Alaska or by a well-funded flash mob, is their sheer exuberance. There is no reason for these performances to exist except joy, both the enjoyment involved in their creation and the sheer delight in watching the show. After all, aren’t the scenes of the audience responding to the surprise an important part of our pleasure?
And isn’t this the season of joy? Human joy. Infinite God-joy. Music-of-the-spheres joy. Simple-pleasures joy.
Even though joy often seems a fragile and slippery concept, like water running through sand or seeds blowing in the wind, yet a certain fiber of our being is tuned to joy, and when that tone is struck, at the belly laugh of a small child or the soft, warm light of a familiar room, all but the most limited or unhappy among us instinctively responds.
So, look for the joy in this season of faith and family. It’s there. It always is.